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Saturday, January 21, 2017

Robert Griffin III and The Curse Of Sammy Baugh

Appeared on Football.com

By Ronald N. Guy Jr.

For a fourth consecutive season, the exploits of one Robert
Griffin III will dominate the professional football conversation in the
nation’s capital. Sigh. Roll your eyes. Act disgusted. Fatigued. Disinterested.
Then do what football addicts do: indulge.

As a rookie in 2012, Griffin was historically good and
shamefully broken. After returning (too soon) from reconstructive knee surgery
in 2013, he displayed psychological and physical wounds, obviously questioning
his instincts and dragging his bionic knee around the field. Brace free and
with a brand new head coach - hired in part to rejuvenate the one-time
franchise savior - Griffin was supposed to return to form last year. Or at
least be adequate? Instead, Griffin regressed so significantly that the today’s
prevailing opinion is that 2012, Griffin’s distant year of greatness, was the
anomaly and that the last two seasons of sub-mediocre play is more indicative
of RGIII’s NFL capabilities. How quickly promise is consumed by doubt and hope
turns to despair. Like sands though the hourglass, these are the days of D.C.’s
football lives.

The reasons for Griffin’s professional crash are complex.
Did he pitch too many subs and sports drinks? Was his “all-in for week one”
slogan ego-fueled folly? Was #themovement disguised as The Great Regression?
Did a graybeard coach (Mike Shanahan) who should have known better, misuse and
abuse Griffin, forever breaking the young quarterback’s trust in his
caretakers? Is he the hard working, honest and decent young man he appears to
be? Or is he narcissistic, utterly delusional and more interested in
self-publishing workout videos than he is in studying tape of NFL
defenses?

Hell if I know – about any of it. And that’s the Griffin
conundrum. It is also the essence of Griffin-fascination. Despite obsessive
dissecting that’s rendered him the oldest 25-year-old in sports, his future
remains blurry. But eventually Griffin’s story will be written before our eyes.

Or will it?

What if I told you Griffin isn’t a reality show? What if I
told you his fate was sealed some 70 years ago? What if I told you he was
cursed?

Skeptical? Don’t believe in black magic, billy goats or The
Curse of The Bambino? Consider the overwhelmingly checkered,
80-plus-year-history between the Boston/Washington franchise and the
quarterbacks it has drafted in the first round.

Ready? Nervous? Scared?

Jason Campbell, the 25th pick in the 2005 NFL
Draft, lasted a handful of non-descript seasons. Ditto for Patrick Ramsey, the
32nd pick in the 2002 NFL Draft.
Non-descript would be a kind description of Heath Shuler, the third pick
in the 1993 Draft. Norm Snead, the second overall pick in the 1961 draft,
lost…a lot…in D.C. before being dealt to Philadelphia. Don’t forget Don Allard, Richie Lucas, Ralph
Guglielmi and Jim Hardy. Who? Exactly. In fact, there’s only been one impactful
quarterback drafted by Washington in the first round in franchise history – and
he was the first. His name was Sammy Baugh.

Spooky, eh?

What of Washington’s best signal callers? Mark Rypien was a
sixth round pick. Doug Williams and Billy Kilmer were first round picks but by
Tampa Bay and San Francisco, respectively. Sonny Jurgensen and Joe Theismann,
both fourth round selections, were acquired via trade. Eddie LeBaron was
plucked in the tenth round in 1950.

The Curse of Baugh. That’s it. It’s gotta be the curse,
Money. Griffin never had a shot. And he has to spend at least one more year in
Washington waiting for the antidote: a princess, Glinda The Good Witch or true
love’s kiss. Poor kid.

And what of Washington, the curse’s unknowing host? Given
this evidence, shouldn’t Kirk Cousins, fourth round pick that he was, be
the starter? Is he the answer? Probably not. Is he better than RGIII?
Maybe. But at the very least he’s immune to Baugh’s spell.